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Fabulous Creature: Harry Potter Fic

Author: Bitterfig
Title: Fabulous Creature
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Tonks/Draco
Summary: Draco and his cousin have a surprising encounter during his 6th year.
Beta Reader: Fedink
Word Count: 1720
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Explicit sexual content. Cousincest. Also Draco is 16 years old (the age of consent) in this story while Tonks is in her early 20’s.
Author's Note: I wrote this a while ago for hp_ssc_fest . It was originally posted back in August. Just getting around to putting it up on my own journal now.
Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction. Any illegal acts taking place within that fiction are NOT condoned by the author. Depictions of any questionable, illegal, or potentially illegal activity in said fiction does not mean that I condone, promote, support, participate in, or approve of said activity. I grasp the distinction between fiction and reality and trust that readers will do the same.



Fabulous Creature



For years, Draco Malfoy had harbored a secret fascination with Nymphadora Tonks.

She was after all his cousin, the only living blood relation of his generation. All his life he’d been told how precious and special the blood of the Black family was. He couldn’t help but wonder how this manifested in Tonks, even though her purity was tainted by the base blood of her Muggle-born father.

He’d heard about her most of his life. He remembered his mother and father expressing surprise when she graduated from Hogwarts at the top of her class and when she became an Auror. Sometimes he saw her when he was in town buying school supplies. She was unmistakable in her high leather boots and corseted black robes with her fabulous hair of pink or orange or blue. She seemed proud and wild as became a Black.

It was his sixth year at Hogwarts that he saw the most of her. She regularly patrolled the school on the lookout for people doing exactly what Draco, on his mission for the Dark Lord, spent much of that year doing—prowling around full of ill intent. He had to take pains to avoid her and so couldn’t help but notice her.

He found himself horribly disappointed.

The fierce and fabulous Nymphadora Tonks of his youth seemed to have dried up entirely. She had become frightfully dull. Her shoulders were stooped, her eyes downcast and her usually festive hair a mousy brown. Though Draco was sure he should have nothing but contempt for the woman he felt rather sorry for her. She had been so much more not so long ago. It seemed a horrible waste.

One day, early in the term, he chanced upon Tonks talking to Ginny Weasley (of all people). She was laughing, her eyes sparkling, her hair tinged pink and red to match Ginny’s. How pretty she could be, how spirited. If only she would light up that way for me, Draco found himself thinking. Then she would be what she was truly meant to be, as terrifyingly unbridled and unpredictable as his Aunt Bellatrix, as sternly beautiful as his mother.

Months passed. Except for that momentary spark Tonks remained dismal and Draco, whose own life seemed more and more out of his control, could hardly blame her for seeming depressed. He was getting a bit depressed himself as his efforts to kill Dumbledore failed again and again. He had to admit he wasn’t much of an assassin. Unfortunately his family was at stake. The pressure weighed him down.

The Christmas season came and went. As second term began Draco spent long hours fiddling with the transporting cabinet, hoping to get it in working order again. During mealtimes or after hours he would sneak off to the Room of Requirement to work at it. Skipping meals, he lost weight. Missing sleep, there were dark circles under his eyes. Avoiding Harry Potter, who shadowed him day and night, he became skittish as a cat.

One night when he was slinking off to the Room of Requirement he rounded a corner and bashed smack into Nymphadora Tonks. Both of them lost their balance, falling to the floor. She looked him over and laughed.

“Cousin Draco I presume,” she said, at least sounding a bit like the old Tonks. “Quite a pair we make, you and me. We look like two rats the cat dragged in. I wonder when the last time was either of us had a bit of fun.”

Huffily Draco got to his feet, straightening his uniform. Still, he was pleased to have her attention and didn’t want to let the opportunity pass without saying something, doing something to make an impression.

“I can scarcely believe a drudge like you is my kin,” he said haughtily.

“I’d rather be a drudge than a bigot any day.”

“Humph.” Draco snorted and started to walk away. He was quite surprised, shocked even, when Tonks reached out with her wand and smacked him across the bottom.

“Show some manners, schoolboy.” She said.

“You struck me!” Draco cried, indignant. Yet part of him had liked it. The sting on his buttocks seemed to make his dick throb.

“I’ll do it again, if provoked,” she said. Her hair looked a bit pinkish at the roots.

“I ought to report you.”

“Report this.” She smacked him again, light and playful. Despite himself he laughed and then in a moment of sheer spontaneous madness he lifted his robe, dropped his pants and flashed his arse at her.

“Ayyyyyy. I’m provoked,” she squealed. He started running and she ran after him, landing the odd blow of her wand on his butt.

Draco reached the door of the Room of Requirement and threw it open. How different it was! Usually it was that horrible cabinet that had taken over his life but today it was a whole other world. A round turret room, brocaded in pink and gold, at its center a huge round bed scattered with—well, everything, toys of all descriptions that Draco couldn’t even imagine the use for.

Draco had intended to dash inside but he stopped dead at the door, staring in wonder. Tonks crashed into him and sent them both sprawling onto the floor.

“Well what’s this?” She asked.

“Apparently it’s what we require.”

“Oi,” Tonks breathed, surveying the bed and its bounty. “What do you say cousin? Shall we play?” Her hair, Draco noted, had turned quite pink. Whatever malaise had gripped her for the past few months was forgotten. As for him, well he couldn’t think much further than the bulging hard-on in his pants. All schemes were put on hold.

“Let’s play,” he said.

“Oh goody,” Tonks cheered, clapping her hands. “Now get your clothes off, there are so many things here to try.”

Obediently, Draco stripped. Tonks grabbed hold of his erection and led him over to the bed. She selected a pink rubber plug about three inches in length that she dipped in a handy jar of ointment.

“Let’s start with this,” she said. “Lie down and spread your cheeks little boy.”

Draco did as he was told. A slick finger slid into his anus, wiggling around provocatively. Draco started humping the bed but Tonks would have none of it. She smacked him hard on the arse. “Stop it,” she ordered. “You’ll get off when I tell you to get off and not before.” She pulled her finger out of him and replaced it with the plug. It was slanted and seemed to touch something deep inside him.

“Delicious,” he whispered. She licked his cheek.

“Never fear, little cousin,” she cooed. “I have so much more in store for you.” She started to take off her own clothes, her robes, heavy jumper and leggings. When she finished all that was left was her black panties, her high leather boots and her laced-up bustier. Draco sat up, grabbed her by the hips. She slapped him across the face. “You can look but not touch,” she said. “Not without my permission. Understand.”

“Whatever you say.”

“Good, get down on all fours. You’re a very naughty boy and I’m going to give you the spanking you deserve.”

She picked up a scourge made of dozens of slender gold threads and struck him across the buttocks with it. Every blow seemed to send a shiver through him, making him throb inside, outside, all over. Draco though he would come in midair as she whaled on him.

“Please,” he begged. “Please.” He didn’t know what he was begging for, if he wanted her to stop or do it harder, if he wanted her to fuck him in the arse or let him put his cock in her or just let him jack off. He whimpered and thrashed under the blows, thrusting his hips against the air.

She stopped at last, sat on the edge of the bed and pulled off her panties.

“On your knees,” she ordered then beckoned to him. Not rising from his knees, Draco half-walked, half-crawled over to her. She spread her legs, running her fingers through her bush of bright pink pubic hair. “Eat me,” she commanded. “Eat me like you’re starving, boy.”

“Yes ma’am, oh yes.”

She caught his wrists, held onto them so he couldn’t touch himself as he licked and sucked and ate her pussy. She wrapped her legs around his head till his whole world was her hot, wet, pink snatch. His mouth, his nose, his tongue buried in her, pleasuring her. She came again and again while he only throbbed, unable to satisfy himself, his butt clenching against the plug, his cock dripping helplessly.

When Tonks was satisfied she pulled away, caught him by the throat and raised him to his feet.

“You did very well,” she said. “Now as your reward I’m going to fuck you.”

“Please.”

She pushed him back onto the bed, climbed up on top of him so she was straddling him, thighs on either side of his hips, his cock standing up between her legs.

“Please,” he said again.

She grasped his cock, began to rub just the head against her clit. He moaned as she shivered, shuddered as she used his penis to jerk herself off then teasingly she let the head of his cock slip inside her slit. Inch by inch she lowered herself down until the whole length of his cock was clasped inside her.

They moaned together. She laughed and began to bounce and buck on top of him, holding down his hands once more. He thrashed underneath her, pleading and praising, begging and encouraging until at last his whole body stiffened and jerked in orgasm. She used his flaccid penis to get herself off a few more times then patted him on the arse affectionately.

“I’d love to keep you all night long,” she said. “But you have class tomorrow, and I have hallways to patrol. Let me walk you back to your dorm.”

They put their clothes back on and Tonks escorted him back to the Slytherin dorm.

“May I kiss you?” Draco asked before they parted.

“You may.” She said.

He reached up, pressed his lips to hers almost chastely.

“Whatever anyone says,” he told her, “you are a fabulous creature.”

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gonekizut
Nov. 1st, 2011 11:12 am (UTC)
Thanks for an idea, you sparked at thought from a angle I hadn’t given thoguht to yet. Now lets see if I can do something with it.

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